A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World

Chapter 6: Walking the Town with Two People, Still Unaccustomed

In the living room, the two are relaxing, watching TV. The daytime talk show discusses female sex crimes or something, but they don’t seem too engrossed, just occasionally commenting on the topic.

I don’t know if it’s okay for me to join or if I’d just be a nuisance. Still, I cautiously sit on an empty sofa, and they look at me with slightly surprised expressions.

It’s as if they didn’t expect me to actually come. Maybe it’s a good sign, but I can’t let myself get carried away.

If I have a past in this world, how have I behaved until now? Like a typical man here, keeping my distance from women?

Naturally, I don’t know yet. Even so, I can’t help but want to try living a life where I actively engage with women, if possible.

But in my real world, I could never do that, and even now, fear looms large. I have no grasp of other people’s feelings, let alone the subtleties of women’s hearts.

Still, in this pseudo-reality, I have a tiny spark of adventure, wanting to be a bit more proactive. It’s partly because I crave human warmth, and, to be honest, a desire to touch a woman’s body.

But the two in front of me are, objectively, a beautiful woman and a beautiful girl. There’s no way I, who can’t even communicate properly, could do anything but nervously glance around while sitting in front of the TV.

Then, perhaps sensing my state, Mother speaks to me.

“Hey, Shun-kun, with the entrance ceremony a week away, is there anything you’re worried about? Are you okay?”

Her words carry no malice. For me, it’s good to confirm my name is Shun. During our first meeting earlier, I was too flustered to be sure.

But the entrance ceremony itself is news to me, so naturally, I’m full of anxiety. I assumed I was a student, but I know nothing beyond that. Is this world’s school—probably a high school—similar to reality?

To begin with, I don’t even know what it’s like outside this house. From the room’s window, I could tell I live in a residential area, but I want to understand the route to school, the town’s vibe, and anything unique to this world.

If this is my dream or another world, I need to know its rules, or I could be in trouble. Plus, I want to ask if it’s safe for a man to walk around normally.

“Uh, um… the route to school, or the streets around… I’d like to see them again…”

My voice trails off, but Mother looks momentarily surprised before replying, “In that case… I’ll go with you, okay?” and agrees.

“It’s daytime, so it should be fine, but a boy alone might be dangerous. Get ready, and we’ll take a walk around the high school, alright?”

I say, “O-okay,” and return to my room to find clothes for going out. It doesn’t seem too cold, so a long-sleeved T-shirt should do. I pull a white-and-blue striped tee from the drawer.

I don’t want to keep women waiting, so I hurriedly change and return to the living room. For some reason, Mother looks surprised.

“Just that one shirt? Your chest will show through. Put on something over it.”

There’s a hint of exasperation as she chides me. Puzzled, I grab a thin cardigan from the dresser.

In this reversed world, are gender norms for modesty different or flipped? Even if my chest shows through, no one would care.

Then, I realize something potentially problematic about women’s clothing.

Mother, who is in the living room, wears a navy T-shirt, her white bra completely visible, but she doesn’t seem to care. So, modesty norms might really be different.

Honestly, for a virgin like me with no immunity to women, it’s an erotic sight. Even if she’s my Mother, she’s still a stranger to me—a captivating woman in her prime. Her breasts, probably around 85 cm, look shapely and are practically exposed.

I have a habit of sneaking glances at women’s bodies and imagining their figures. Just a peek, and I can guess their size. It’s a disgusting trait, a symbol of my filth.

Next to her, Yuki-san, my sister, is also preparing to go out. According to Mother, Yuki threw a fit, saying, “It’s unfair if only Mom gets to go with Shun-nii!” She might have a childish side.

Yuki-san, too, wears just a T-shirt with her white bra clearly visible underneath. Hers are probably under 80 cm, still developing, I imagine.

In my real world, seeing a beautiful woman and girl’s bra be see-through would be enough to fill up the hungry mind of a man. But their carefree exposure here leaves me unsure where to look.

I’m hopeless at even looking women in the eye, so I don’t know what to do. Meanwhile, they finish preparing, and we head out.

Stepping outside, I see the house for the first time. It’s larger and nicer than I imagined. Maybe this family is fairly wealthy.

I wonder who earns the money as we walk through the residential area, the three of us together. With me in the middle, flanked by the two, it’s like having a flower on each arm, but I still feel uneasy.

Afraid of slipping up, I don’t speak, only nodding to their conversation. I assume they find me boring, but surprisingly, they’re cheerful with me.

Is it rare for a family to go out with a man? I don’t know their mindset, but they don’t seem upset, which is a small relief.

At the same time, I keep stealing glances at their see-through bras. They don’t seem to notice my lecherous looks. I know it’s scummy, but I can’t resist women’s underwear.

If other women are this carefree, maybe I’ll see more, I think with a bit of hope. But I know my limit is just sneaking peeks.

Beyond family, I never thought anyone would open their heart to me in reality, and that won’t change. Still, this world might provide good material for my fantasies, making it not the worst for me.

With that thought, I burn the shape and size of their breasts into my memory, imagining their softness. That’s all I can do, after all.

Still, I do check my surroundings. After about five minutes in the residential area, we enter a lively shopping street.

Women stand out among shopkeepers and customers, but I occasionally see men, mostly with family-like groups, except for some elderly men alone.

Sometimes, voices call out from shops. A greengrocer calls, “Kaori-san!” and Mother turns, letting me finally learn her name. I don’t know our surname, so I’ll check the nameplate later.

Mother seems to be familiar here, as she’s often greeted. Yuki-san also chats with people, suggesting she’s well-connected.

I get spoken to occasionally but can only manage, “H-hello” or “It’s been a while…” with a slight delay and stammer.

Luckily, when I’m addressed, Mother or Yuki-san jumps in to keep the conversation going, which helps. As expected, I’m as bad at talking here as in reality.

Aside from the abundance of women, the shopping street feels fairly normal, like my real world. However, women tend to dress lightly with loose guards.

About ten of Mother’s acquaintances greet us, and three are, shockingly, braless, their nipples clearly visible.

They’re around her age, beautiful, and yet so exposed. Naturally, I struggle with where to look, and honestly, I’m fully erect.

My long cardigan hides it, I hope, but I’m anxious about getting caught. What would happen if someone like me got noticed in this world? It’s still unknown.

As they explain the shopping street, we near the school. Apparently, the middle school I attended until this month—and where Yuki-san still goes—is nearby.

My request to “see the surroundings” was inconsistent, I realize with a chill, but they don’t seem to mind.

The high school is about a 15-minute walk from home, and I’ll be commuting with Yuki-san from now on.

In this world, I had a male friend I walked home with in middle school, but he’s moving to another prefecture. Mother thought it risky for me to commute alone, so I’ll go with Yuki-san.

I wonder if it’s a hassle for her, given different school schedules, but she says, “If I can walk home with Shun-nii, I’ll wait as long as it takes!”

I feel touched by her kindness. That she’d wait for someone as ugly as me, just because we’re family, makes me hold back tears, hoping I can believe in that kindness.